Quotes About Rhythm

I wanted to remember the original energy; strip away all the glamour and limousines and tons of drugs. I wanted to get back to the revolutionary ideas, merging poetry and rhythm and rock and roll.

Music rots when it gets too far from the dance. Poetry atrophies when it gets too far from music.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

The essentials of poetry are rhythm dance and the human voice.

An art in which the artist by means of rhythm and great sincerity can convey to others the sentiment which he feels about life.

There are no more slow weeks. I realized this about 3 years ago. Downtime in politics isn't a thing.

I give 'em the hip, then I take it away.

Music keeps the soul alive.

If you desire a joyful heart, dance daily.

If people listen to music and dance every day, they find happiness and sacred solutions to any problem.

Music moves the body, soul and spirit to the bliss.

I love the sounds and the power of pounding water, whether it is the waves or a waterfall.

A speech is poetry: cadence, rhythm, imagery, sweep! A speech reminds us that words, like children, have the power to make dance the dullest beanbag of a heart.

Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without.

Habit and routine have an unbelievable power to waste and destroy.

Music touches us emotionally, where words alone can't.

Music has the power to stop time. But music also keeps time.

I don't tell anyone what they should do (drugs). It's like this music is so full of power and energy you don't really need to take anything if you just open up and let the music take you.

When I play on my fiddle in Dooney,Folk dance like a wave of the sea.

O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?

I would say poetry is language charged with emotion. It's words, rhythmically organized . . . A poem is a complete little universe. It exists separately. Any poem that has any worth expresses the whole life of the poet. It gives a view of what the poet is.

A poem is contained movement.

Language is not the lowborn, gawky servant of thought and feeling; it is need, thought, feeling, and perception itself. The shape of sentences, the song in its syllables, the rhythm of its movement, is the movement of the imagination.

Still, the days were endurable and came and went like breath with only a few deep heaves to harm the pace.